I’ve got fishing in my veins and jesus in my heart sunset shirt

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#Donkeyclothing Fashion LLC I woke up in the I’ve got fishing in my veins and jesus in my heart sunset shirt In addition,I will do this morning feeling a little bit like Laney Boggs in the original She’s All That (except I wasn’t going to prom, and I don’t wear glasses). But for once, I wasn’t stressed about my outfit, because Rebecca Minkoff sent me a dress and shoes. There was no way I could mess this up! The dress was black with little sparkly details that glimmered in the sun, which matched my emo personality (a girl who copes with depression but is very fun on group chats!). The booties (which I guess are boots that know they’re cute?) had a triangular toe and thin stiletto-like heel, which I’ll admit scared me. I’ve been a big fan of the clunky platform shoe trend because they are so easy to walk in, but this shoe was a prime candidate for getting stuck in a subway grate.

#Donkeyclothing Fashion LLC Thus, I called an overpriced Uber to take me 20 blocks. At first I felt weird walking outside looking so fancy—most of my neighbors usually see me wearing baggy shirts and stuffing my face with a scallion cream cheese bagel—but then I remembered that literally no one cares and that’s the I’ve got fishing in my veins and jesus in my heart sunset shirt In addition,I will do this beauty of New York City. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at Spring Studios. I’ve seen influencers tag this location on Instagram, so I figured it was legit. The building looked like it was made for people who work in fashion—serious on the outside, but creative on the inside. Did that make sense? Sorry, fashion people scare me a little. Like a deer on ice, I stepped out of the Uber in my stylish bootie stilettos and onto the cobblestone street. The funniest part about fashion week is how fashion bloggers have completely monopolized the roads for taking photos, creating massive traffic jams. I have to say, it’s pretty damn empowering to see a 5’3” girl in a pink chiffon dress completely unafraid of getting hit by Hummer. When I walked in, I showed my vaccination card and ID and immediately saw my editor and publicist waiting for me. I awkwardly climbed up the stairs and prayed that I did my outfit justice. We were guided to a room on the sixth floor and I was immediately confused. There were no models, no runway, and no front row. Instead, there were large photos of models in different outfits hung on the walls of the room. I wondered if there was a mistake. I thought, Maybe the models are stuck in NYC traffic or overslept? We’ve all been there.